Due to a recurring tinkle-outside-the-litterbox problem, I gave the order that Waldo leave our house. Of course, it's difficult to give away a cat who likes to pee all over, so it was sort of a one way trip for him. I have never commissioned the death of an animal before, and I feel rather guilty. Who am I to play God, even if it is just a cat? Then again, cat pee really friggin stinks and I'm still trying to get the funk out of my laundry room. So I will choose to remember the good times with Waldo, and not think about how I ordered his untimely demise. And if you're wondering what exactly happened to him... I don't know. I gave him to Tom with the instruction that it must be humane, and that I never wanted to know what happened. I'm such a coward.
Monsoon season in El Paso has hit a temporary lull, though last week we did see over 10 inches of rain (mostly on the same day) and $250 million in damage to the city. I was shocked-- I never imagined that the city in its entirety would be worth $250 million. The flooding was pretty sweet too. A Blockbuster actually broke in half, and people had like five feet of mud in their houses. Of course, as with any natural and unpreventable disaster, people blamed the government. And, of course, instead of complaining about something logical, like the fact that the city has no drainage system, people chose to cry about the fact that the dams and levies (sp?) holding back what is normally a dribble of a river aren't big enough. People are idiots, truly. In a humorous related anecdote, the story lady tried to drive through a puddle that turned out to be a sinkhole, ripping up her tires and flooding her car. Storytime was duly cancelled.
So, because of all the rain, the humidity has been about 75 for awhile now. Combined with a scorching sun and 95 degree days, it was the perfect weather for my air conditioner to break. Not weaken, but die altogether. On a Friday night, no less. We called the housing maintenence office on Sunday and left a message with the answering service. On Tuesday, when no one had showed up (typical) I called again and discovered that no one had filed the work order (also typical). So the lady tells me someone would be out sometime Tuesday, which turned out to be 4pm Wednesday, after one very irate phone call from yours truly. The thing was, several months ago I filed a work order to have screens put on my windows-- apparently also lost, as I still do not have them and therefore could not open the windows to at least get some air moving through my balmy 85 degree house.
And to top it all off, I have a child that will not stop crying. She has a particular knack for crying when I'm trying to get something done. This is especially true for feeding myself. I could spend two hours preparing something to eat (not that I ever would) and she'd sleep. But the second I sit down to eat it-- bam! She's crying. I'm not even one of those moms who comes running when her kid cries. It has to sound urgent before I'll move my lazy self. Brynn is on to this and has evolved a cry that perpetually sounds like Jacob is stepping on her head. Oy.
All right, enough complaining. Happy thoughts: I'm coming home in one week! Woo hoo! State Fair food! Woo hoo! The AC is fixed and it's only 77 in my house! Woo. (I tried.)
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